la_belle_laide | Thanksgiving, hilarity, and gaming geekspasm

Thanksgiving was hilarious. Let me see if I can remember the three things that are so completely not funny in the retelling, but which had me falling out of my chair when they happened.

Well okay, first of all I so called it. Betsy brought over some champagne, which she, my Mom and I drank (I only had half a glass and I was all buzzed for about an hour afterwards,) and by three my Mom was like "WOOOOAHH DINNER IS DONE HEEHEE!" My Mom drinks like three times a year, so a glass or two and she's practically on the floor. More on this later. SB brought over Guitar Hero for the Wii, so the day went exactly as I'd thought it would. Also Betsy opened the wine, said "it was an amusing little year," to which I replied, "Hilarious." Jo-chan did go on youtube and show us something awesome.

This is the cal-state halftime show. They do all these video game songs and... man, just watch.

I'm not ashamed to say that I got chills during the Zelda part. And also sort of when the audience yelled out "MORTAL KOMBAT!" I love stuff like that. In this one you can see it better and you can hear the announcer, but you can't hear the music as well.

The three things? After dinner the lot of us ended up talking about comic books for some reason. My Uncle mentioned something about killing off Batman but I don't remember the context. Betsy said it shouldn't be too hard to kill off Batman since there was never anything supernatural about him; everyone agreed that he just had a lot of gadgets. I said, "He's not invincible. Batman is totally vincible." To which SB replied in his usual deadpan manner: "I vinced him." YOU HAD TO BE THERE.

The second thing: Jo-chan asked if she had told us about the time her chicken had caught a vole and killed it. My Da said, "Vole? What the hell is that?" "A rodent," my Mom told him. But my Dad is mostly deaf so he was like, "A what? Mole?" "VOLE." My Dad goes, "What the hell is a vole?" My Mom told him, "It's like a mole. It's a mole with a V." I said, "It's a female mole." It took about three seconds for everyone else to crack up.

The third thing: Later on, we ended up talking about town codes and things like that. Betsy was saying something about the over-clearing code and that she herself had to take down a tree in her yard. My Mom asked her, "What did you take? The treaters or the leafy?" The funny thing is that Betsy answered her without missing a beat ("One of the cedars,") but everyone else was silent for a moment before going, "...what?" The treaters or the leafy. My Mom on a few glasses of champagne, ladies and gentlemen.

Work on Friday was so frustrating that it took all I had in me not to push someone down stairs. I hate when I have to direct. I hate having to instruct people to do certain things at certain times. I hate that I'm the one with the whip and I know I'm cracking it and sounding like a bitch everytime I open my mouth. But I love that i manage to get everyone out at five, most especially me.

Yesterday I made pea soup which totally ruled, and I started decking the halls. I'm addicted to this mystery blog, people. And I'm back on it today. It's like crack and it can't be good. I feel like Clarice Starling. Hello, BlogBelieve friends if you've stopped by. Who's our mystery anon who likes to think they know what I'm up to today? The guy gets one good guess and all of a sudden he thinks he knows what color underwear I'm wearing. Jesus. (White with flowers.)

Tonight I am going to fork over like an insane amount of money for something that is totally worth it for the rest of my life.